488: C488 He Actually Lost!

C488 He Actually Lost!

A terrifying divine runic light was condensed on Han Feng's palm, and the three giant demons attacked together with his arm. The white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the three divine beasts of the Black Tortoise were all destroyed. An irresistible force rushed towards Ying Tiankuang, shaking his soul.

"Han Feng's attainment in Divine Inscriptions is considered very strong even at the peak of the Second Order." A Third Order Divine Pattern Master said indifferently, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. Han Feng's talent was extremely formidable. If he were to receive guidance from a master teacher... Its achievements will be hard to imagine.

"As expected, he is capable." Ying Tiankuang wasn't discouraged by the destruction of the divine beast. In his eyes, there was a trace of blood and bloodthirstiness, and then he took a step forward. He pointed his finger forward and engraved an ancient pattern. In an instant, divine patterns were hovering around Ying Tiankuang's body. Cracking sounds could be heard as Ying Tiankuang's body was covered with a layer of armor. It was as if the God of War King Armor was indestructible and indestructible.

A serious look appeared in Han Feng's eyes. This Divine Vein could be used to attack and defend. It required the Divine Pattern Master to use its own Divine Soul energy to unleash its strongest power, and wear it on Ying Tiankuang's body. The Divine Crest of the Divine Crest could be used to increase Ying Tiankuang's combat strength.

"It seems like you haven't wasted the past half a year." Han Feng said plainly. Ying Tiankuang's combat strength was many times stronger than half a year ago.

"Master brought me into a tier 4 Divine Pattern Master to cultivate, and taught me profound divine patterns. Some of them even reached the level of tier 3, although I was unable to use them. But I've also learned some mysteries." Ying Tiankuang said complacently. Comprehending some of the third grade divine patterns meant that he was still a step away from the Rank Three Divine Pattern Master. Alright.

Han Feng had no doubt about the authenticity of Ying Tiankuang's words. Judging from the Divine Pattern Arts that Ying Tiankuang had displayed... It was indeed a very brilliant divine pattern amongst the Second Order, and with the identity of the Shadow Moon Palace Master... Introducing Ying Tiankuang to cultivate under the Rank Four Divine Pattern Master was also a very normal thing.

"Your master allowed you to enter the Marquis Tianfeng's Mansion and obtain the qualifications to enter the King's Banquet. He really put in a lot of effort." Han Feng smiled indifferently. His soul energy turned into an illusory flame. It was like a Qilin formed from flames, surging with a surging force.

"King's Banquet, my master has never put you in his eyes. It's just that she hopes that I can defeat you." Ying Tiankuang said coldly.

Both of them spoke via divine sense. Otherwise, if someone else heard them... What? Ying Tiankuang was actually cultivating under the Rank Four Divine Pattern Master. He was a mighty figure that was rarely seen in the entire State of Zhao. Once he appeared, countless people would flock to him.

Also, Ying Tiankuang's master had sent him to the stage of the King's Banquet. The reason was not because he was qualified to enter the top ten, but because he wanted to defeat Han Feng. Perhaps Ying Tiankuang was the only one who had such thoughts amongst all the god 's favored participants in the King's Banquet.

"The Shadow Moon Palace Master wants to prove that the disciple she has nurtured... surpasses my mother's child?" Han Feng quickly guessed the intention of the Shadow Moon Palace Master. With its pride, naturally, he would not be willing to let his disciple's skill be inferior to his own, let alone a child who was inferior to his love rival.

"I won't make wild guesses about Master's intention." Ying Tiankuang's eyes were cold as he shouted, "Let's fight!"

Before his voice faded, Ying Tiankuang had already rushed towards Han Feng. His palm turned into a fist, like a God of War. It shone with a golden light and emitted a violent and frightening aura.

The power of this punch was not weaker than Zhao Tianming's attack. In fact, it was even a little stronger.

"His soul energy can turn into armor. Such talent... It's truly terrifying." Everyone's eyes sparkled. Ying Tiankuang's armor was forged from Divine Inscriptions. The power unleashed from his armor was shocking. Even a Celestial Energy Stage Level Three warrior would be shocked by it. * Hong Long...... *

"I only have the Dao Divine Pattern Master, and it can only be used to craft weapons. I never thought that their battle would be so exciting." A young man muttered to himself. If he was an expert in the Divine Pattern Arts, his combat strength wouldn't be any weaker than a Martial Cultivator of the same cultivation level.

The light of the fist was looking down on them with disdain, as if it was going to collapse the space around them. An extreme power swept out, as if a roaring Lion King was lunging at Han Feng.

"Seal!" Han Feng shouted gently. In an instant, his fingers seemed to be engraved with a dazzling light. It turned into an ancient divine pattern diagram, and then, the ancient pattern transformed into a huge word, "Seal." It rumbled and rolled forward, shaking violently. Everywhere it passed, it was as if space itself was being sealed. Its aura was terrifying.

When Ying Tiankuang's fist was about to strike, the ancient seal landed on his body. The golden light on the fist dimmed, but Ying Tiankuang continued to step forward. Boundless force seemed to be attached to the fist, wanting to break the ancient seal. However, Han Feng obviously wouldn't give him the chance. His palm trembled once more. He struck out an Ancient Sealing Picture. It was as if there was lightning shining on the ancient seal. It was going to destroy Ying Tiankuang's fist.

Rumble!

Ying Tiankuang's fist was powerful and indestructible, but it was unable to break through the Ancient Sealing Picture. In an instant, the Divine Crest flowed down, wanting to seal Ying Tiankuang. However, Ying Tiankuang let out an angry shout, and a surge of divine soul energy rushed out. It was like a sharp sword that broke the seal and broke free from the seal.

"What a powerful Divine Inscription attack!" The eyes of the messenger from the Divine Seal Palace narrowed. The Divine Inscription seal was a terrifying Divine Inscription, but Ying Tiankuang had actually broken it with brute force. This was enough to show that his Divine Inscription attack was as pure as fire.

"This Han Feng's Divine Inscription skill is also very strong. If he were to be included in our Divine Seal Palace... Why not let him follow Master Xing Min and cultivate? This way... With the addition of one Rank Four Divine Pattern Master in Divine Seal Palace, our overall strength will be enhanced." The middle-aged man in the long robe said with an indifferent smile.

The rest of the middle-aged men didn't comment, but there was a smile on their faces that was hard to understand.

"Kill!" Ying Tiankuang shouted. His palm swept across the space like a sharp blade, shining with a silver luster. Immediately after, a Flood Dragon Spear appeared in front of him, and it was forged from a perfect Second Order Divine Crest. If it was used for artifact forging, it could be refined into a peak grade spirit artifact. Its might was formidable.

"I didn't expect you to be so hard to deal with" Ying Tiankuang was a little surprised. According to what he knew, Han Feng hadn't been in Zhaotian Sect for more than half a year. Instead, he was steadily improving his martial arts cultivation, but for some reason... To think that his cultivation of Divine Inscriptions would improve so quickly. It was as if he wasn't far away from advancing to the third grade.

Ying Tiankuang had the guidance of a fourth step Divine Pattern Master, so he could take fewer detours, but Han Feng didn't. This was Ying Tiankuang's confidence in fighting Han Feng, but now, this confidence seemed to be slowly being broken.

Stepping forward, Ying Tiankuang's figure instantly appeared in front of Han Feng. The Flood Dragon Spear attacked furiously, as if he was a general who had been through many battles. His combat strength was surging, and when he thrust his spear out, thousands of soldiers roared at the same time, their might shaking the heavens.

Han Feng struck with his finger, and a divine pattern sword materialized. It shone with a bronze green luster, as if it was forged from heavenly copper and purple iron. It was a top grade divine weapon.

Bang! Bang! Bang!0

Han Feng's sword energy was similarly extremely formidable, and it was extremely sharp. When faced with the spear, it was like a flood dragon that roared furiously as it charged over. Han Feng's Divine Vein Sword slashed out, and it collided with Ying Tiankuang's spear, causing a heaven-shaking sound to ring out. For a moment, it was as if a tsunami had appeared in the Royal Battle Platform, and the sound of rivers flowing in reverse could be heard. Under Han Feng's sword, it was as if there were numerous kings holding swords. The sword aura was sharp, and on Ying Tiankuang's long spear, there seemed to be a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar. It was incomparably fierce. The battle between the two seemed to be in a stalemate.

"Looks like this battle is going to be a draw." Everyone's hearts were also hanging. If it really was a draw, wouldn't there be two people in the first place this year?

"That's not right. Tuoba Wushuang's strength should be above Han Feng's. Hence, this year's competition should be tied by the second place. There is no third place." Someone said.

This thought obtained the recognition of many people. After all, Tuoba Wushuang was the number one in Hongtian Academy. According to Han Feng's character, if he could really defeat Tuoba Wushuang, how could he give up the number one in the academy to someone else?

Therefore, even though Han Feng's performance was outstanding and dazzling, in the eyes of the spectators, there was still a gap between them and Tuoba Wushuang. Han Feng had many trump cards, but Tuoba Wushuang should have some powerful means.

"Flood Dragon Goes to Sea!" Ying Tiankuang's long spear was rolling in the air, emitting a terrifying power.

"Dragon Slaying!" Han Feng waved his Divine Rune Sword. Sword Qi whistled, forming an ancient and profound pattern, as if it was really as Han Feng had said, it could slash dragons!

The sword Qi was rolling on Ying Tiankuang's long spear, as if it was going to tear apart his Flood Dragon Spear. Ying Tiankuang roared furiously, as if he was going to strike out with his spear again. But at this moment, he realized that his utilization of the Soul Power had become slower. A sealing force landed on his body, trying to seal his soul.

"This sword qi is also a Divine Inscription?" Ying Tiankuang's eyes trembled. This sealing force came from the spear. This sword Qi was actually a Divine Vein Seal!

"Using a sword, can't you inscribe a Divine Vein?" Han Feng smiled leisurely. With a palm strike, another Ancient Sealing Picture struck Ying Tiankuang's body. The Flood Dragon Spear instantly dissipated. The sealing force seemed to have stopped all the blood in his body. His soul was sealed, and he couldn't control the power of his soul. Not to mention inscribing Divine Inscriptions.

"Roar!" Another furious roar was heard, as if it could shake the heavens and earth. Ying Tiankuang was extremely unwilling to accept this. His divine patterns should be invincible in the same realm, so how could it be sealed by Han Feng?

"You have lost." Han Feng took a step forward, every step he took... It was as if he was stepping on a divine pattern. Terrifying attacks bombarded Ying Tiankuang's body. His entire body was trembling. That was a trembling that came from the depths of his soul. The divine pattern underneath Han Feng's feet was the Divine Rune of Great Force, and it was engraved with the power of Trend of the World. He wanted Ying Tiankuang to kneel down in front of him.

"The beloved disciple of the Shadow Moon Palace Master, a disciple of a Rank Four Divine Pattern Master, is this all he has?" Han Feng sneered. He wanted to compete with him in the Divine Pattern Arts, but the result... what was the result?

Boom!

Another huge force was thrown at Ying Tiankuang, pushing him to the bottom of the Royal Battle Platform, but his cultivation base was still sealed.

Marquis Tian Feng's eyes couldn't help but tremble, feeling incomparably shocked. Ying Tiankuang, the beloved disciple of Shadow Moon Palace Master, had actually lost!

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